Lullaby

Lana Borza
I am ageless, I am young,
And yet I am so old.
I pray I'm rage-less with my tongue;
This sage daring and bold;

And still I tug upon the moon
With the gravity
Of the weighty sense of the loon
Residing in me.

Come the sunrise I'm decayed.
The mirror snares my eyes
For no one yet hath I obeyed
In my dark disguise;

And still I wonder, old am I ?
I'm younger by the day.
I await the sweetest lullaby
Until my decay.

Published by Lana Borza

I'm a journalism student and a mom of five. Because my husband is such a great dad I have time to write. He takes care of things while I study and research. We live in the tiniest town on the planet. They mi...  View profile

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